Unfinished
Business
Bastards of Boston Novel
By
Carina Adams
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: July 26, 2017
The Bastards of
Boston live in a world most don't understand. They follow their own rules, only
accountable to each other, the innocents they protect, and the people they
couldn't save.
As president of
the Bastards MC, Robert Doyle is the man behind it all. It’s his responsibility
to keep his club safe, to be the smartest man in the room, and be ten steps
ahead of everyone. He’d give everything he had, and sell his soul to the devil,
to protect the ones he loves.
Until Rocker
comes face-to-face with the pain he thought he’d buried. Old wounds are ripped
open. Revenge consumes him. Once again he’s the teenager desperate to avenge
his daughter’s murder and nothing else matters.
He calls me his
angel, but the halo I wear caught fire a long time ago. There is no line I
won’t cross, no law I won’t break. I’ll do whatever it takes to save him. If
the road to hell is paved with good intentions, I’ll happily burn.
When past and
present collide, we’re in for one hell of a bumpy ride.
I felt
my eyes widen. In my mind she was still just a girl, short and straight, all
gangly arms and awkward movements that come with being a young teen. Somewhere
over the last few years, she’d grown up.
I hesitated for a brief moment, stunned. This woman was nothing
but trouble; tall, athletic, and beautiful enough to make even me notice her.
For a moment I stared into her eyes, completely blown away. If I hadn’t known
better, I would have sworn there was relief in those depths. Something I’d
thought I’d lost stirred in my gut.
“Don’t
touch me!” She sneered, trying to get free as I caught her and gripped her
shoulders tightly. When she couldn’t break the hold, she glanced over my shoulder,
her panic clear. “Where’s Matty?”
“Not here.”
“Let
go!” She shoved at me again. “I need Matt, not you.”
"You're
in my club, little girl." I growled back, pushing back anything but the
irritation that my stress free night had gone to shit so quickly. "If you
didn't want to see me, you should have stayed in that cushy little apartment I
pay out the ass for."
Blue eyes narrowed as she tipped her head back and looked at me.
Seeing my shiner, she raised an eyebrow, her nose wrinkled in disgust.
"Someone finally gave you the beating you deserved? Sorry I wasn't here
for that."
The strong scent of alcohol on her breath made me clench my
fists. She winced as my fingers dug into her flesh, and it took every ounce of
self restraint I had to loosen my grip. I took a deep breath and tried to
control my rage. “You’ve been drinking.” It wasn’t a question.
Her
eyes narrowed in crystal clear hatred as she jerked her head back. “Go to
hell.”
“Already been there, Brat. Fought my way out. I’m still here.
Explain to me why you are."
"I
told Tonka Truck," she sent Tank's back a seething look, "I’m here
for Matty. I meant it." Her hands planted themselves on my chest.
"Get the fuck away from me before I start to scream and these guys,"
she leaned her head toward the table, "give you another black eye."
I
laughed humorlessly at that.
The stupid little girl was fucking clueless. She could scream
all she wanted here and not one of the brothers us would step in to help her.
She wasn't at some college frat party where a good Samaritan was waiting to
rescue the pretty damsel in distress. Tank and I were the closest things in
this room, and if we were the ones causing the scene, everyone else would sit
back, drink and watch.
“Let’s go!” I snapped.
Cris shook her head. “I’m not leaving. Not without…”
“Now!”
I yelled, cutting off her words.
Her jaw
set. “Fuck off. I’m not leaving.”
I'd had
enough of her attitude and manipulation to last a lifetime. I wasn't about to
cause an even bigger scene with the drama queen in front of me, risk the chance
that someone would figure out she was worth something. Her brother could deal
with her shit. I was done.
If Matt had been here, I would have stepped aside and let him
handle her. Since he wasn’t, she was my responsibility. Fucking bullshit best friend
code. But, I knew he’d do it for me.
I did
the only thing I could. I grabbed her, threw her over my shoulder, and strode
out of the club.
When fists starting pounding into my lower back, and she started
demanding I put her down, my hand itched with the need to spank the jean
covered ass on my shoulder. As we made our way outside, I hoped the anger and
hatred coursing through my veins was clear on my face. If any patched member
stepped in, I’d have no place to argue – I wasn’t their equal yet, I was still
a guest in their club.
A few
brothers nodded my way, amusement clear, as I headed for the door, but no one
tried to stop me. Thank Jesus. I wasn’t sure what I would have done if they
had. Probably something dangerous and definitely something stupid.
Once
the brat realized that she couldn’t fight her way down, she did the only thing
an immature child like her would – she tried to pants me. I knew when she was
quiet for a moment too long that she was up to something. I thought she was
going to give it one final push and try to break free, but when her hands moved
to my back pockets, and she gave the denim one solid yank, I almost laughed.
Instead,
I yanked on my waistband, barely keeping it around my hips, and gave her thigh
a warning squeeze with my free hand. The whole city could see my blue Fruit of
the Loom’s, and I still wouldn’t put her down until I’d safely deposited her
ass in my truck.
When she gave them another push, I snapped. “Cut the shit Cris.”
“Fuck off.”
Such a
polite and sweet little girl my best friend’s baby sister was.
An avid reader
who loves epic and unconventional romance, Carina has an unhealthy obsession
with Jason Statham, loves the sounds of Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson, is the
crazy friend your mom warned you about, and believes one day she will go
through the stones to meet Jamie Fraser.
Carina has been
writing and creating characters for as long as she can remember, allowing her
to fall in love with the next man of her dreams with every new story. None of
which are anything like boring Prince Charming. Thankfully, fate stepped
in and granted her the ultimate wish - a life full of men. Carina lives in a
picturesque New England town with her husband, the man who ruined the thought
of all others, and two amazing sons who always keep her on her toes.
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